The Bit

This is for cows It's not for the size of me Into my mouth Nine hundred and fourteen Try some force Try to lead The foundling die is close determinate Raise head and stomp the blood I'm not even sound raide I'm alive I got the silver And I wonder What will you follow When your head is not in order? And I'm stomping, you're little How can you laugh? How can you lie awake? Making me drive Making my heart a Not too fat Not to lean The foundling die, is close excitedly Raise head and stomp the blood I'm not even soundly